The living room smelled like popcorn and cheap wine, and Lila was already waving the battered paperback over her head like it was a trophy. “Okay, bitches, page one-seventy-two. Who’s ready to talk about that scene with the blindfold and the ice cube?”
Emma sank deeper into the couch cushions, cheeks already hot. “I read it three times. The way he talks her through every single thing he’s about to do? I had to stop and breathe.”
Mia snorted, legs tucked under her. “Breathe? I had to stop and get my vibrator out. That man had zero chill and I loved it.”
Sophia leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Right? The dialogue in that chapter was filthy. ‘Tell me exactly how wet you are or I stop.’ Like, sir, yes, please continue interrogating me.”
Lila grinned and pointed at Emma. “New girl. Your turn. Favorite line?”
Emma swallowed, then smiled because the whole room felt safe and electric at once. “When he says ‘Good girl, now open your legs wider so I can see what’s mine.’ I… might have highlighted it.”
Mia clapped. “We have a highlighter girl! Welcome to the club. Next meeting we’re making you read it out loud.”
“Only if everyone else does too,” Emma shot back, surprising herself. The wine was definitely helping.
Lila’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? You want a performance? Because I volunteer as tribute.” She cleared her throat dramatically, then dropped her voice into a low, teasing drawl. “Spread for me, sweetheart. Let me see how pretty you get when you’re desperate.”
The room erupted in laughter, but the sound had an edge now, warmer, heavier.
Sophia fanned herself. “Jesus, Lila. You practice that?”
“Daily,” Lila said, winking. “Book club is basically foreplay with extra steps.”
Emma shifted, thighs pressing together. “It’s working.”
Mia caught the movement and grinned. “Em, you blushing or are you just happy to see us?”
“Both,” Emma admitted, laughing. “This book is evil. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since Tuesday.”
Lila set the book down and leaned closer, playful but deliberate. “Thinking about it, or thinking about trying it?”
The question hung there, light but loaded. Emma met her eyes. “Trying it. With the right people.”
Sophia made a delighted noise. “Oh my god, the new girl is brave. I love her.”
Mia slid off the armchair and onto the floor, crawling theatrically toward Emma. “Then let’s test the theory. Consent check, everyone still good to play?”
A chorus of yeses answered her. Emma nodded, pulse kicking. “Very yes.”
Lila stood and offered a hand. “Couch is too small. Bedroom?”
They moved as a giggling, whispering tangle down the short hallway. The bedroom was warm, fairy lights strung along the headboard. Lila pulled the door shut and turned, suddenly softer. “We go slow. Anyone says stop, we stop. Sound good?”
“Perfect,” Emma said, and meant it.
Mia flopped onto the bed first, patting the mattress. “Come here, brave girl. Let’s see if you like being told what to do as much as you like reading it.”
Emma crawled up beside her. Lila followed, kneeling at the edge. Sophia settled on the other side, fingers already tracing idle patterns on Emma’s calf.
Lila’s voice dropped again, playful but commanding. “Shirt off, Em. Nice and slow. We want the full visual.”
Emma peeled the soft cotton up and over, feeling every eye on her skin. The air felt cooler than it was. Mia hummed approval. “Cute bra. Take that off too?”
Emma reached back, unclasped, let it fall. Four pairs of eyes drank her in and the attention made her nipples tighten instantly.
Lila smiled like she’d won something. “Good girl. Now lie back. Sophia, you’re on left side. Mia, right. I’m directing.”
They arranged around her like it was choreographed, hands gentle but sure. Sophia’s fingers skimmed the underside of one breast while Mia’s traced the other. Emma arched, breath catching.
“Talk to us,” Lila said. “Tell us how it feels.”
“Like I’m going to melt,” Emma managed. “Keep going.”
Mia leaned in and licked a slow circle around her nipple. “Like this?”
Emma’s answer was a soft moan. Sophia mirrored the motion on the other side, and suddenly there were two mouths, warm and wet, sucking gently in tandem. Lila watched from the foot of the bed, one hand already between her own thighs over her jeans.
“God, you look pretty like this,” Lila murmured. “Mia, bite a little. She can take it.”
The light scrape of teeth made Emma gasp and laugh at the same time. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Language,” Lila teased. “Say please if you want more.”
“Please,” Emma breathed, hips shifting restlessly. “More.”
Sophia’s hand slid down Emma’s stomach, fingers dipping under the waistband of her leggings. “Can I?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Sophia slipped inside, finding her already slick. “She’s soaked,” Sophia reported, voice delighted. “Book was that good, huh?”
“Company’s better,” Emma said, then moaned again when Sophia’s fingers circled her clit with perfect pressure.
Lila crawled up the bed, settling beside Emma’s head.
“Look at me while they play with you. Tell me what you want next.”
Emma met her eyes, dizzy with sensation. “I want to taste you. While they… while they keep doing that.”
Lila’s grin turned wicked. “Polite and greedy. I like it.” She stripped quickly, swung a leg over, and lowered herself until Emma could reach. The first slow lick drew a soft curse from Lila. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like the book.”
Mia and Sophia kept their rhythm, mouths and fingers working in tandem while Emma licked and sucked, losing herself in the taste and the sounds. The room filled with soft laughter, bitten-off moans, and the occasional playful comment.
“Em, you’re shaking already,” Mia teased against her breast. “We’ve barely started.”
“Don’t stop,” Emma managed between licks. “Please don’t stop.”
Lila rocked gently against her mouth. “She begs so pretty. Sophia, two fingers. Let’s see if we can make her come while she’s still busy.”
The stretch and curl of Sophia’s fingers pushed Emma over fast. She came with a muffled cry against Lila, thighs trembling, the other two women murmuring encouragement the whole time. When the aftershocks eased, Lila lifted off and kissed her, slow and deep, tasting herself.
“Round one,” Lila said against her lips. “Who’s next?”
Mia raised a hand, laughing. “Me. I want Em’s mouth and Sophia’s fingers. Fair’s fair.”
They rearranged with more giggles and teasing instructions, the night stretching into a warm, filthy blur of hands and mouths and constant, playful dialogue. Every new position came with commentary, consent checks, and delighted swearing. By the time they finally collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied pile, the book lay forgotten on the nightstand, its pages slightly crumpled from where someone had used it as an impromptu prop.
Emma, tucked between Lila and Mia, let out a breathless laugh. “Best book club ever.”
Lila kissed her temple. “Same time next month. Bring the sequel.”
